Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.